Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"Hogwarts will not tolerate stealing... Come on! I'm going to start stealing and robbing again! Come and stop me!"

He suddenly seemed to be dissolved, and turned into black mist again, like a black lightning, and appeared in front of Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!" The curse-like voice resounded through the room, and a cold green light burst out of the black mist.

The vitality plundered from Quirrell's body turned into a life-taking curse at this moment!

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Chapter 116 The Attack of Voldemort

Dumbledore hurriedly pulled Harry back quickly, but the green light came too fast and hit Harry.

Then, the green light bounced out immediately when it touched Harry, blasting a deep pit in the corner of the room.

The whole room was shaking, just like Voldemort who turned into black mist at this moment, extremely unstable.

"That damn woman! The protection hasn't disappeared yet!" He roared angrily, turned around very quickly, and then pounced on Vizet beside him.

The pendant box reacted the fastest, it quickly turned into a phoenix, soared into the sky and rushed towards the aggressive Voldemort.

Voldemort continued to laugh wildly, "It's useless! Professor Dumbledore! You don't know how far I have gone on the road to true immortality!"

"Eternal life!" Dumbledore became alert, he already understood what Voldemort meant.

To achieve true immortality, it is natural that the body and soul need to complete this process together.

In this way, it means that Voldemort's research on the body and soul has reached an extremely advanced level.

Otherwise, he would not have cast the killing curse in his heyday in such a weak state.

The black mist that Voldemort transformed into became ethereal, piercing through the oncoming Phoenix Fawkes and directly into Vizzet's forehead...

Vizzet still remembered what he had seen and heard at the Hog's Head Bar, and was even too lazy to listen to Voldemort's "trash talk". He just put his wand against his temple, ready to cast a spell at any time.

When Voldemort shouted loudly, Vizzet's spell was cast synchronously, and a silver-blue "S"-shaped trajectory appeared in the air, "All the dust and dirt are gone!"

The pendant box turned back into Phoenix Fawkes, and the bottle of Christmas gift from Luna inside also fell to the ground.

The gift splashed with brilliant golden flowers, rendering Vizzet's silver-blue ancient magic with a few strands of dazzling gold.

He felt his body was light and it seemed that a part of himself had split off.

As this part of itself split, the original silver-blue light also turned into flawless white light, and rushed into the temple along with the Purification Curse...

After Dumbledore confirmed that Harry was just unconscious, he gritted his teeth and stabbed out the wand. A silver light burst out from the tip of the wand and chased after Voldemort's black fog.

The moment he burst out the silver light, his skin instantly turned pale, and the light in his eyes dimmed at this moment. The silver light contained his will and his understanding of the soul.

At this moment, Dumbledore was surprised to notice that a brown light appeared in the direction where Quirrell was.

Although this light was extremely small, it made him feel extremely dazzling at this moment...

...

Voldemort fell down and fell into a state like weightlessness.

He adjusted quickly and maintained balance in weightlessness. This was the realm of the soul and one of the areas he was best at!

He took the initiative to fall down, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like a meteorite attracted by gravity, and it seemed that the dark tail flame could still be seen.

Soul is one of the prerequisites for eternal life, and Voldemort knows it too well.

He knows what he is doing. He just needs to go faster and faster, and he can reach Vizet's soul, which is what he has always wanted to do.

Use Vizet's soul and Obscurus' soul to strengthen his own soul and make himself stronger!

The surroundings became brighter and brighter until he saw a maze, a golden maze like the Golden Country.

Looking at the golden palace wall in front of him, Voldemort showed a half-smile, "What a good trick... Dumbledore, you are really ready to fight me in this way!"

At this moment, three rays of light suddenly appeared above him.

One was a dazzling silver light, one was a bright, flawless white light mixed with gold, and the last was a dim brown light, symbolizing Dumbledore, Vizet and Quirrell respectively.

"Dumbledore, you will never know what kind of help those soul soothing potions have brought me!"

Voldemort was like a chameleon, with golden light emitting from his body, almost indistinguishable from the palace wall next to him.

The palace wall began to fluctuate at this moment, like a water curtain that could be moved, slowly opening a hole.

Voldemort smiled grimly, "Yes! That's it! Happy! It's a good feeling, but it's a pity that I lost it for too long. It's great to be able to find it back!"

"Vizet, I won't devour you completely... I will leave you a little bit of fragments, so that you can be a witness and witness every step I take next!"

He didn't stay any longer, but stepped directly through the hole and headed deeper into the soul maze.

At this moment, he had completely completed the transformation, and the golden light on his outer periphery actually became Vizet's appearance: black hair, a handsome face that had grown a lot, and became more and more handsome...

The biggest difference is the eyes;

Weizet's eyes reveal a thirst for knowledge and a curiosity about all things;

Voldemort's eyes were full of cruelty and joy, the joy of being cruel to everything in the world.

The soul labyrinth was more complicated than he imagined. Those bits and pieces from Hogwarts could actually stir up his memories, making him want to sink.

Hogwarts was the most important place to him.

He gained a sense of belonging at Hogwarts, and even traced his origins, making him understand that he was not an ordinary person and had a prominent family background...

Those memories that had been buried deep in the dust seemed to come out at this moment, making his movements slower and slower...

Voldemort shook his head violently and quickly used Occlumency to return to his calmest state.

"Vizete...you really gave me too many surprises!"

Looking ahead, he was getting closer and closer to the center of the Soul Maze, and he could vaguely see a dark castle standing there;

There is also a goddess statue in front of the castle. The goddess whose face cannot be seen clearly holds a bright moon in her hands.

At this moment, the brown light symbolizing Quirrell found Voldemort the fastest.

"Quirinus Quirrell!" Voldemort's voice was full of rage, "How dare you do this! Are you not afraid of death at all?"

The brown light moved forward indomitably, continuing to surround Voldemort, trying its best to spread out circles of light.

"In that case! I can only devour you!" Voldemort said viciously, no longer continuing to break through the maze, and turned to deal with the brown light.

The brown light was almost vulnerable, and was rendered black by Voldemort in the blink of an eye. It only took a short while for the erosion to be completed.

At this moment, the flawless white light symbolizing Vizette was guided and arrived.

He understood what Voldemort was planning to do now, so he had no reason to hesitate and just got involved in the black and brown light.

He kept falling downwards, and finally came to an old, deep and dilapidated street...

Chapter 117 Let him see why he persists

Wizette's eyes blurred, and he appeared in a room that was almost as dilapidated as the street. The room was littered with countless shards of wine bottle glass and several melted candies.

An extremely handsome young face looked condescendingly at the bloody child, making a rude and vague sound from his mouth.

"You are a waste! Why can't you do anything? That woman ran away, why didn't you stop her? Ah? Damn it! Damn it!"

The bloody child kept trembling and crying, but still did not dare to resist.

Weizet stepped forward quickly, but passed directly through the young face and the bloody child.

The young face turned to look at him with a cruel smile, "Weizet, it's useless...he can't hear your voice!"

"This is Quirinas' past! In just one night, he was abandoned by his parents at the same time. Can you understand what that feels like?"

Wizette gritted his teeth and looked at the mess on the ground, suddenly remembering what Dumbledore had said to him:

"When he is sinking into the past and can't extricate himself, you need to let Quirrell see the beauty of the present...see what he is working hard for and what he is persisting for!"

Weizet spread his hands, and a golden light appeared in his hands. He used his emotions to turn into a piece of candy, a chocolate frog that exuded a sweet taste.

The chocolate frog jumped in front of the child, attracting the child's attention and making the room seem to shake.

"It works!" Weizet was heartened and continued to use this method to transform more chocolate frogs.

Driven by curiosity, the child finally pinched a chocolate frog and stuffed it into his mouth tremblingly.

His eyes lit up, and the blood on his body gradually disappeared, turning into a black wizard robe.

The young face's eyes widened, "What did you do to him?"

Weizet smiled and said, "I let Professor Quirrell see the beauty of the present. Look! He is different from you! You held on to Principal Dumbledore, but Professor Quirrell didn't..."

Before he could finish his words, the kid in wizard robe stood up, rushed towards the young face, and hit him against the wall with a headbutt!

Rumble...

The room in front of him suddenly shattered, and a magnificent castle stood in front of him, which was Hogwarts Castle.

In front of Hogwarts Castle, there was a circle of people standing. They surrounded the two students in the center of the circle, showing ferocious smiles.

Still the same extremely handsome young face, he was still condescending and stepped on the bloody child's chest.

"What's wrong? Why are you so weak? Aren't you reading all day long? Where did you learn your magic? Show me how you use it!"

Weizet spread his hands, and the golden light in his hands turned into a notebook, which was a notebook from Quirrell's private lessons.